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When you dream, do you use that in your stories? I’m not talking about the kind of dreaming where you fall asleep thinking of your story and a plot problem is solved. I’m talking about those random, you-wake-up-rubbing-your-head-wondering-where-did-that-dream-come-from, sort.

 

You see, I’ve killed people in my dreams. Twice now. Once before I walked into a hotel room and there was a man there, running at me. I didn’t recognize the man. His face was fuzzed over, but I picked up a gun, aimed and shot the man in his chest. There wasn’t any blood. Where I’d shot him had dark spot, like an ink blot in the middle of his shirt. He fell backwards on the floor and that was the end of him. I shot the man, calmly sat my gun down on a glass table, and called the police. When the dispatcher answered, I woke up. What do I remember most and have never forgotten? The sound of that heavy gun being sat on that glass top and how calm I was through the whole thing. It seemed REAL. Like, real life, I seriously thought I just shot that man REAL.

 

The second time was this past Monday night. This was different. I was frantic. I also had my son with me (he’s 15months now, but in the dream he’s was 3months). And I was in the parking lot of our town’s mall. And I was driving a car I used to own, but have now sold. I’d just dropped the baby carrier (the same carrier I used on my son when he was that age) in the backseat and sat behind the wheel when a man jerked open my passenger car door. I don’t remember if he had a gun or what, I immediately freaked and went on that Mom-Defense. I tried for his neck—the jugular, with my long car key (which, BTW, was the key for my NOW vehicle). I couldn’t get him, he dodged and swerved and was coming at me. Through the powers of dream land, I got a shoe off my foot (my black stiletto that I DO OWN and wear) and sunk the heel in the man’s neck. Blood was flying every. Very graphic. He fell out of my car and I hightailed it out of there. It was a very urgent, life or death sort of moment. And this one was even more real than the last. In the first one, I was the only thing recognizable, everything (except the man) about this second one, I knew.

 

And you know, and it’s kinda funny—or maybe awkward would be a better word. My first killer dream, I had just started a blog with my local chapter. And now, the second one came the following night after my first blog post here!  

 

So one day I might have a heroine turning up and killing someone like this, or not. Who knows? What about you? Do you have any dreams you file off for your WIP’s? Ever killed anyone? Been killed? Tell me I’m not the one getting freaked out at night!